google translated italian fanfic

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1006613/chapters/1995497?view_adult=true

Particular Scenario
BrokenApeiron
Summary:
[AU: Nanosaur] Adam Jensen is a dinosaur boosted with cybernetic arts, often sent on a mission to the primordial earth to recover eggs. Francis Pritchard is a small predator that follows him, an invisible assistant acting on scanners and cameras. Once the eggs are recovered, they are cloned.
But what the two don't know, is that they could find themselves having to act as fathers to three puppies deriving from a single egg ...

Chapter 1 : Sibling Eggs

He no longer heard any noise. And yet he had entered with the utmost silence that his considerable size would allow ... He looked around, trying to see heat sources in motion. None. Only those of the still smoking lasers of a completely automatic safety system.
Nothing, nobody was in there.
"Mission aborted, Francis. The bastards have changed air ... I haven't been in this shelter for at least two weeks, judging by the smell I ca n't smell . Where did you get that tip? Change informant!"
It was not in his habits to break out like that, but an hour of tension and stalking wouldn't really have wanted to pass it. And taking two wounds in the flesh due to stupid lasers ... He would have wanted at least it had servedsomething .
"Jensen, next time you go to beat the whole lower part of the city looking for a single piece of information that responds to a where and a when. The second one went wrong, and certainly it's not my fault!"
The annoying voice in his head answered. The big dinosaur approached a computer that was incredibly still intact.
"Wait ... Maybe it's not all wasted. I connect the flash drive, download everything in it."
Carefully he put the key in his socket, and waited remotely for the hacker to download everything with his highly illegal programs.
Adam whistled loudly from his long snout, and withdrew the key and then broke a glass with a volley of bullets and went out onto the roof, thus avoiding having to go through the whole building again, where he was sure there were still many pitfalls. The space-time tunnel was ready, open on the roof, as if it had always been there. He smiled, and with quick steps he slipped inside.

"You can't do your job! Even a puppy knows that egg shells always remain in the old den, can't they? And you wanted to go away like this!"
Adam remained passive waiting for his workmate's scolding to end.
It was a Dromaeosaurus, a species of dinosaur related to the more famous Velociraptor, only larger and with a more peculiar bone structure. The tail was a prodigy of nature, extremely flexible and at the same time powerful, the front paws real hands, capable of movements that Adam had always observed with great admiration. The tapered head full of serrated carnivorous teeth, and red eyes of vivid intelligence. One thing the soldier had always appreciated was the thick plumage that covered it, a beautiful color that changed with the seasons. And so, while the other was fluttering his feathers on his head, retching it, Adam found himself excluding the audio and looking with romantic interest (well disguised by years of military academy in a serious look) at the furious companion.
Normally it ended with a bite on the nose from Pritchard, and further reproaches as he left, exasperated.
This time, however, he anticipated it, barely opening his mouth to speak. "Francis, I opened my thigh for that data, could you sew me up?" He asked showing in an absolutely friendly and not at all aggressive mannerits very thick row of teeth, in front of which even a T-Rex disfigured. The Dromaeosauro immediately changed register and went to take some medicines, only to return and climb quickly on the friend holding on to the various joints. He was smaller than he, and much lower. Frank was barely five feet tall, while Adam was taller than a human at the withers. This is why he always lay on his stomach when he had to show himself, to make the job easier for the other. For his part, Francis was one of the best climbers of the Cretaceous, and it was not difficult for him to run up and down the considerable spine of his friend.
With clever gestures he blocked his losses and strengthened his muscle. Adam turned his head towards the Dromaeosaurus that climbed everywhere, he liked to see the other take care of him. When he was finished, Adam smiled and rubbed the large, long snout on the other's chest.
"What are you doing, Jensen?" He asked with a note of feint anger in his voice, raising his eyes to the sky for a moment.
"We've already recovered quite a few eggs ... Today we could stay in the Incubator Room for a while to rest."
The place he spoke of was a room with optimal environmental factors for egg incubation: hot and excessively moist. A panacea for every dinosaur.
"Jensen, you can't get into the Hall so often ... Our dry bodies would only bring imbalances!
His friend admonished him again, barely inflating his feathers on his head, with the typical rhythm of courtship. Adam loved those bodily signals that Frank didn't notice.
"Not if we make our bodies as wet as the room. We will use the steam jet." He answered quietly, trying to convince him. Pritchard crossed his paws and looked away, waving his tail nervously and nodded.
The other rose on his hind legs and walked with delicate steps to his destination, there he rested his tongue on the recognition plate to open the door, and entered. A puff of steam greeted them, encircling Adam's five meters long, depositing tiny drops of water on the dermis of both, moistening their skin. The Alioramus shook his head and neck, emitting a verse similar to a line of satisfaction. The door closed behind them, while the Tyrannosauride penetrated the area covered with ferns, among which the eggs poked out here and there. Once he found a clearing without nests, Adam lay down on the soft and wet plants, straightening his long neck, letting go another deep moan of pleasure.
"You like the old world, don't you?" Pritchard asked, coming down from him with agile jumps, keeping his balance on his tail. "Grass, plants, hunting, volcanoes. They do not concern the complications of the future."
He gave a bitter smile, clutching some bulky leaves with his cybernetic front paws.
"I was born in the future, but I can't hide that having seen the Earth's past ... I'd rather be there."
He lowered his nose among the plants, searching for a nest hidden by his leafy friends, warming the three eggs hidden there with his breath of his nostrils.
Frank approached him, and put a paw on his face. "Sometimes I also feel the lack of a life without worries, but it wouldn't do for me. My place is out here, between the
The gentle eyes of the Aliosaurus looked at him carefully, and the reddish tongue shot out of the head of the littlest's head, making him scream with disapproval.
"Damn it, Jensen! I knew you would get excited, you get excited every time you see something like a forest! You're a damn purist!"
But then the source of the annoyance came down, licking his face, and his neck. Only when he had traveled with an expert touch to his throat did the little shouts go silent, to turn into verses of quite another nature. The Dromaeosaurus was supported on two fingers per paw, the hook of the third finger at the top and trembling, the pelvis slightly pulled back to allow the tongue that was cuddling him to descend into areas still unexplored. Soon he reached the well-projected pelvic bone, behind which there was an already hot and quivering opening due to waiting. The long reddish appendage rubbed on the cloaca, wetting it with saliva, and then slipping inside with the tip, making the little dinosaur moan with pleasure. Frank leans on his companion's chest and neck, widening the hind legs so as to allow Adam to go deeper. There he gently touched the penis still in portrait, which in response trembled and swelled quickly, pushing out the pleasant intruder to come out proudly. The Alior raised his lips in a kind of smile, and wrapped his tongue around his member, to pull it and stimulate it. Francis left a low gurgle with a feathered throat, his eyes closed, while the tip of his tongue touched with millimeter precision the narrow orifice that already released drops of semen. to pull it and stimulate it. Francis left a low gurgle with a feathered throat, his eyes closed, while the tip of his tongue touched with millimeter precision the narrow orifice that already released drops of semen. to pull it and stimulate it. Francis left a low gurgle with a feathered throat, his eyes closed, while the tip of his tongue touched with millimeter precision the narrow orifice that already released drops of semen.
Adam brought his mouth close to his member trying to wet it with more saliva, while Pritchard's articulated fingers clung to the typical bony growths that started from the nose reaching the forehead of the Tyrannosauride. He decided that it was time to finish, and he slipped his tongue out of the turgid penis to go and caress his anus with the tip. Frank thrust his sharp fingernails a little too deeply, leaving a shrill little scream as his duct opened trembling to let go of a spray of semen. Adam sucked and swallowed the thick, sticky liquid, then looked up to see his friend. Francis was panting quickly, the feathers on his neck swelling in rhythm with his breath. He dropped exhausted to his stomach, his thighs open and raised, letting the another saw the member slowly re-entering the cloaca. The other blinked a little, looking at him with interest, patiently waiting for him to recover. Meanwhile he had started rubbing himself on the ground, trying to relieve his erection that was becoming painful. The problem of not having real arms was that too. Even his short legs didn't allow him to touch himself, but with those he had now, made of carbon fiber, he wouldn't have done it anyway.
The Dromaeosaurus in the meantime fell to the side, then using the front legs to stand up again. He approached the other, caressing his powerful muscular thigh, trying to make room for himself. Adam raised his leg leaving the other one to slip through. The dinosaur's erection was large, swollen, and much longer than that of any member of the Pritchard species. Perhaps that was why he attracted him so much, although he and Jensen did not agree at all.
He approached and placed his three fingers on the tip, touching the small hole that opened and closed incessantly with interest. He heard a line of pleasure echoing three meters away, and with a sly glance he opened his jaws as much as he could to bring out his short thin tongue, which immediately went to tease the duct and move quickly on its entrance. The Alioramo sighed just letting go of another wave of heat on the eggs in front of him, as he felt his thin tongue slip easily inside, going to stimulate the smooth walls of the seminal way. The powerful legs sank deeper into the ground, as if seeking a stable support that the muddy earth was not willing to give. It didn't take long for Pritchard to get some sweetish liquid in his mouth, with a little of displeasure because he wanted to touch that virility so different from his own, longer and more magnificent. He was already about to turn around and come out from under the belly of the dinosaur, when he noticed that the member had not deflated at all. He stood looking at it for a few seconds, then returned to feel it with suspicion. A bit of colorless liquid came out of the tip, which he imagined was semen from the quantity.
"Damned insatiable beasts." He complained softly, beginning to envy not only the size of his friend's tool, but also the considerable quantity of liquids produced by it. "But do you all do so much?" He asked jealously. The other let out a snort of amusement, keeping his eyes closed.
"If you say so you have never tried a Brachiosaurus, Francis."
The other barely scratched his member's skin, growling. "Sarif, I'll leave you all, Jensen. I don't care."
Irritated by the quantity of sperm promised, he took the big glans in his mouth, sucking it in abundance. He skilfully turned the tail and dipped the end with the thick liquid, giving a tapered shape to the feathers, and slipped it firmly into the seminal duct of at least twenty centimeters. Adam left a sob, not expecting such a thing, and his member shivered, the veins stood out more visible along the entire length. Pritchard made an amused sneer and touched a throbbing artery with a claw, sliding it over it: he could feel his heartbeat shaking his flesh, the flow of blood that quickly made the member swell further, which he squeezed into a grip holds its tail, blocking it inside.
"Do you like it, eh?" He asked maliciously, enjoying the fact that the other only managed to issue long lines of approval. He moved his tail, pushing it deeper, stimulating the smooth, hypersensitive walls of the seminal duct from within.
Adam's member trembled and his veins pulsed furiously, while the harsh mating smell filled the room. In a single move, Frank quickly pulled out his tail, blinding the Tyrannosauride's nerves for much of his member with pleasure.
Shortly after the sperm was overflowing from the dilated fissure, dirtying the dinosaur's snout and impregnating it with the smell of his friend. He licked his nose, had all the feathers smeared with liquid, and the whitish seed kept coming out, sticking to his chest and falling on the prehistoric plants. Only after a couple of liters did the flow cease, and the member began to deflate, slowly returning to the cloaca.
Francis came out from under his companion's belly and joined him close to his face. He was relaxed, happy. He opened one eye and smiled seeing the Dromaeosaurus beside him.
"Don't think I like you after this, Jensen." He complained, crossing his long paws on his chest.
"Oh, I never thought about it. After all, you say that every time we do it." He gurgled lazily, lying on the bed of leaves.
In front of the Alioramo's face, the three eggs were imperceptibly trembling ...