As Dustin continues his expert blowjob, Ty's canine eyes are drawn to an ostentatious letter among the clutter of plainly written documents and debriefings. It looked like something sent directly from Versailles at the height of the french regency. Detailed golden leaf scrolling framed the sides of the pristine white parchment. On the front scrolled in an almost indecipherable copperplate cursive was written: "To the Lord and right honorable Prince of the Infernal Canine Nations and Peoples, This Missive is for you and you alone"
If the verbous language and pomp didn't betray the sender the big bold royal cypher embalmed in the red wax seal certainly did. "D R" Draco Rex, the monarchs of the Dragons.
This amused Ty greatly, his dobbie muzzle pealing up in a wry smirk.
Opening up the envelope the gist of the message was that the royal families previous bodyguard was... in disposed. The specifics of this were suspiciously glossed over in the wordy prose. In light of this and the political intrigues of Draconic court life, the the high king and queen were looking for some protection outside of their immediate race (although the text makes it readily apparent that no other race could come close to the majesty and innate superiority of the Dragons, of course). Given Ty's company's exemplary track record, they wanted his help in this most sensitive manner. However, instead of asking for just any hellhound, the message expressly states that that the distinguished royalty would only settle for having the leader of the company, no less would do. Just any lowly hound was out of the question. They were asking explicitly for Ty.
The message seemed like more of a demand rather than just a request, and it oozed of the Dragon's trademarked condescension. None the less, Ty knew this was the perfect time to infiltrate one of the strongest factions from the top down.
At this point Ty gently nudges Dustin away. With not a small amount of resistance, Dustin regrettably pops the member out of his mouth.
"So, you decided yet" the svelte hound says playfully, with a hint of cum still on his chin.
"was there ever any doubt?", Dustin giggle a bit and stand up "I guess not. Those dragons have been asking for it for a long time"
"Agreed. Id better get ready for tomorrow. Call Verxa or one of the other maids to help your mother get back to her room, she'll also be quite busy from now on" With that, Ty zipped up his dress pants and got ready for another day of planning and scheming ahead.