Chapter 13

tabula rasa [ˈˌtäb(y)o͝olə ˈräzə]

NOUN

-an absence of preconceived ideas or predetermined goals; a clean slate.

-the human mind, especially at birth, viewed as having no innate ideas.

He had to admit, she came up with something that would catch the eye of any man, much less a merc who hadn't seen a woman in months. She'd done something to her hair, wound it back from her temples in twin braids so her face looked more heart shaped somehow. Her eyes looked bigger but she didn't look exotic and mature, she actually seemed younger.

She'd poured her legs into a pair of denim pants that clung like a second skin, added her combat boots with a knife polished until it looked new. He recognized her top as one of the camisoles she usually wore under her clothing. It didn't meet the waist of the pants, exposing a sliver of pale skin. She'd put a jacket on over it, something that matched her pants. The jacket kept pulling open and exposing the tops of her breasts and it didn't do anything to hide that sliver of exposed skin at her waist either.

She'd cleaned and polished her gunbelt and guns, and the shoulder holster she wore under the jacket. Everything looked either brand-new or secondhand and meticulously cared for.

"Woman are you trying to attract pedos or mercs?" Riddick grinned at her.

"Seems like that clan is both," She reminded him. "Is the camisole too much?"

"No… you've got curves but you're not overblown so it isn't obvious you're over fifteen which is the age you put on the ident," He tried to consider her with an objective eye. "How easy are those pants to take off?"

"Same as other pants," River gave him an odd look and seemed to realize that he was noticing how tight they were. "Made of stretch denim," She tugged at the fabric, showing him how easily it moved. "Jacket is the same. Better for fighting."

"Good," He handed her an earwig. "So I can hear you. I'll be shadowing you but obviously I can't be too close."

"Don't want them to get ideas," She agreed. "Better get going."

"Yeah, little lambs don't generally wander around after dark," Riddick reminded himself that he'd get to kill these mercs at the end of the evening.

"Lucky she has a panther to protect her," River grinned as she put the earwig in. Thankfully the thing was small enough that it didn't show otherwise they'd have a problem with her hair being braided back.

"Guess I better not kiss you for more luck or I'll mess up that gloss on your lips," He'd just kiss her twice when all this was done.

She might have seen that thought because he got such a wicked grin half his blood rushed south. "Zàijiàn Riddick."

If she hadn't known for a fact Riddick had quite the excellent brain with the ability to think in layers and details (he'd proven it over and over as they'd hunted the Parliament) she'd have thought the man had nothing on his mind but sex. As it was half his mind was on guarding her, and the other half on the shape of her pì gu as she walked in front of him. Concentrated as he was upon her, Reading him became so much easier.

"Comin' up on the first bar," His voice sounded, low in her ear. "Dropping back."

"Got it," She responded quietly as she entered the bar. She'd been in worse, though not by much. In a way it reminded her of the Maidenhead, though this was definitely a two-level bar. Stairs led down to the main floor while a half loft half balcony surrounded the rest of the place. No gun check either. She guessed mercs didn't like to go anywhere they had to disarm.

"What can I get ya cutie," The bartender, a large man with tonsure of red hair surrounding a shiny bald head, grinned at her. Friendly, liked kids, thought she was too young to be in this place. Had in mind to keep an eye on her. Ex-merc, lost his leg below the knee, took work at the bar so he could pass on information or not depending on who asked.

"Qīngjiǔ," She asked hopefully. His blank expression suggested that hope was in vain. "Rice wine?"

"From the inner systems," He guessed as he pulled a bottle from under the bar. Dusty, with the seal unbroken, it looked as if it had been there for longer than he was alive. "Got this, dunno how good it is."

River gave him a cheerful grin, channeling Kaylee, "Let's give it a try."

"First glass is free, you can tell me if it's any good," Big hands made short work of the seal and cork. He grabbed a couple of shot glasses and poured two, handing her one. "Sláinte, and may you be in heaven for an hour before the devil knows you're dead."

River grinned and clinked her glass with his, "Gānbēi."

The saké wasn't bad really. It hadn't gone to vinegar just yet and the bartender nodded, "That ain't too terrible." He grinned at her and poured them each another cup.

"Pretty good," She agreed with a smile.

She must have looked very young in his eyes because he frowned when another crew came in, "Cutie, you meetin' someone here?"

"Heard this was a good place to find a clan to work with," She shrugged. "Traveling with a cargo vessel but it doesn't pay much."

"You might wanna keep on until you get to a planet with a Guildhall," He suggested kindly. "You can go to them and ask to join, like an apprentice. The Guild would look out for you."

"Lupus Five doesn't have one?" River frowned.

"No, but if you can get to the Aconite systems, Aconite Four is the closest rock with a Guildhall," He advised.

"I see…" She tilted her head as if thinking. A read of this man's mind told her it was unlikely her targets would visit this bar. Kids had come in here before and he'd set them up with a decent crew, but to his mind there weren't a lot of them in port at the moment. "I think I'll take your advice Mister…"

"You just call me Tom," He smiled. "And come back for some more of this rice wine when you're a merc in good standing with the Guild, tell me all your war stories."

"I will," River grinned at him and took another sip of her wine before handing over some plat to cover the drinks. "Thank you Tom."

"Anytime cutie," He grinned and kept a careful eye on her until she left the bar. A decent man. Rare as hen's teeth.

"No go," She murmured as she moved down the street in the direction of the next bar. "Moving on to the next."

The next 'tavern' as it called itself, was much less clean and did not have a kindly bartender by the name of Tom. A woman with leathered skin and a plethora of tattoos worked the bar and she didn't take any notice of River except to take her money and plop a mug of beer in front of her. After an hour's stay and asking after the clan she was looking for she finally heard that they'd been thrown out of the tavern and likely had headed over one block to another 'pub'.

Apprising Riddick of such didn't take long and in less than five minutes she was entering a bar that somehow made the first look like a ball on Persephone and the second look positively wholesome. In the corner a group of ten sat around a table and shouted as they lifted their mugs, "Montagna!"

"Found them," She murmured as she walked towards the bar. She'd definitely drawn eyes. Sweet young things didn't come into places like this. So, either she was fresh meat or she wasn't a sweet young thing.

"Be careful," Came the low admonition.

River wove her way across the grimy sticky floor to the bar and hopped up on a stool waiting for the bartender, a man that looked half machine with all the parts that had been replaced, to notice her. It took more than a few minutes but she finally placed her order for a mug of beer. Turning on the stool she let her gaze roam over the room, stopping at the group in the corner for a long moment before continuing onwards.

"Think you're in the wrong place," The bartender told her gruffly. "This ain't no dance club." He didn't really give a damn either way apparently, but experience told him that girls like her usually started fights by existing. All men wanted to be first.

"Lookin' for work," She shrugged. "Figured to have a drink and rest my feet for a spell."

"What kinda work," He gave her a closer look.

"Gunhand, bounty hunter, I can fly a shuttle pretty well," She hedged her bets as she answered doing her best to sound unsure but a bit desperate. His thoughts turned over, avarice a glint in his eye and he nodded towards the Montagna clan.

"Last I heard they were looking for a few more recruits to round out their crew."

"They don't seem like they need any more people," River bit her lip. Best not look too eager. Anyone with half a brain would be feeling some trepidation at this point.

"They tend to go after hard targets," He waved to get their attention. "They like a crew of twelve to fifteen."

Lies. Ten was the largest crew they'd had, and anyone else was purely for recreation or for sale. River nibbled on her lower lip in a way she knew men found enticing and pretended to consider.

"Yeah," One of the mercs had come to the bar in response to the barkeep's wave. "Told you, run a tab."

"Ain't about that," A metal hand gestured towards her. "She's lookin' for work."

"Really," A knowing smile exchanged with the bartender. Thoughts of coin to be had, a finder's fee for the greedy man, and how likely it was she was a virgin. If she was, it'd be hard to keep the men off her but she'd fetch a high price. "What sorta work you lookin' for, pretty girl like you?" Light blue eyes, cold as ice fixed upon her face.

"Can use a gun, fly a shuttle," She shrugged uneasily. "Decent at tracking. Looking for better pay than a deck hand on a cargo ship."

"Well we do get better pay," He gave her an oily smile and she returned it with a tentative one of her own. "Why don't you join us for a bit, get to know us some, see if you think you'd be interested."

River nodded slowly and picked up her beer. Hopefully they wouldn't notice that she wasn't really drinking it.

He hadn't liked this part of the plan. Risky. Dangerous. River alone on the streets with mercs at her back. Ten of them. She'd argued him down though, pointing out that it was all well and good for him to shadow her until she found the mercs. Even part of the way back. But at some point, he'd have to get ahead of them and back on The Cutter so they could ambush the mercs.

He could hardly follow them on if she was supposed to shut the bay doors behind them. He was good but even mercs would notice the cargo ramp going down again.

Riddick waited as long as he possibly could before he took the last couple blocks at a run. The cargo doors closing up behind him left the bay in darkness except for the faint gleam of the ships running lights and the streetlamp through the narrow window at the top of the doors.

Once inside he could take a breath and mount the stairs. Halfway up they turned slightly to the left with the curve of the hull and then took a sharper turn in the same direction to the common area of the upper deck. He could sit and wait there, be completely out of sight and no one would be the wiser until he showed himself.

River had left her sword and axe on the hood of the mule, within easy reach once she was aboard. He couldn't help the grin of anticipation that stretched his lips.

Thankfully he didn't have too long to wait. It didn't take more than a few minutes for River and the mercs to cover the distance to the boat. He could hear her voice explaining as she keyed in the entry code, "The Captain said I could use the cargo bay to talk to any crew I found."

"He aboard?" Riddick could practically smell the greed and lust through the steel of the hull.

"Not sure," River had a note of apology in her tone. "Might be and he's asleep. Or he might've gone out. Ship's hours aren't on the same cycle as Lupus Five so it's hard to be sure." The doors began to come down, the scent of night air, exhaust fumes, sweat and gun oil floating towards him on the faint breeze.

"Well we'll just be quiet until we're sure if he's here or not," The same male voice said. Steps, none too quiet, despite the words, sounded on the ramp, at least ten, not including River, and she keyed in the code to shut the doors. When they'd decided he would shadow her they'd programed her code to lock down the bay doors down.

Another merc sounded uneasy, "Black as the devil's soul in here."

Riddick heard the sound of River's blades sliding into place, her voice teasing, more mature than the accent she'd been affecting all evening, "Not afraid of the dark are you?"

"Just like to see what I'm getting is all," Bluster and bravado over nerves.

"Ohh…" She still had that note of amusement in her tone. "Well I can put on a few lights if you like."

"Yeah, that'd be good," Someone else sounded more impatient than anything.

"You said you'd been on your own a while," Another asked.

Riddick could hear River moving towards the panel with the control for the lights. He'd long ago taken steps to be certain his own ship couldn't be used against him; the lights would only go so bright. Nothing that could blind him. Even the brightest setting put the walls and corners of the cargo bay in shadows. The stairs remained dark unless he chose to illuminate them with the panel in the common area.

"I have," River answered the last question. "But I've learned to take care of myself." The lights went up as she turned the overheads on and she stood by the door. "I do have a few questions though," She moved towards the center of the bay, allowing herself to be surrounded.

Now that he didn't like. Given a choice having something solid behind you was best, that way no one could come up on your blind side. Didn't seem to bother River though. She smiled at the one who seemed to be their leader. Acting as if she couldn't see the way the men around her were licking their lips, practically salivating over the idea of getting a chance between her legs.

"Well any questions you got I can answer," The oily looking head merc nodded. "What're your concerns?"

"Just wondering," Her smile tilted, cold and evil and Riddick smelt the beginnings of fear on the mercs. "How long would you keep me as your toy before you sold my contract to 'Golls?"

"Sell you… I don't know what you heard but—" The bluster wasn't even original and Riddick barely kept himself from sighing in irritation.

Jack's intonation, her anguish and rage, came through River's voice, harsh and clear, "Hooked up with some mercs outta Lupus Five. Said they'd take me on, teach me the trade, give me a good cut. They slaved me out… First trip they flipped me to some 'Golls." Oh, that smile made bloodthirsty look mild. "So you see…I know. I know exactly what you do to innocent girls you take under contract."

Her gaze sharpened as someone sneered, "She signed it. Ain't our lookout she don't read the fine print."

"No…" Riddick stood and began to walk soundlessly down the stairs as he spoke. His voice echoed eerily and he half smiled. "No, it ain't your lookout. But it is mine." He stood at the foot of the steps and pushed his goggles back, taking in the sight of ten mercs circling River like dogs around a bloody steak. "She took up with you because she was looking for someone."

"Yeah, looking for Riddick, like that was ever gonna end well," Someone else snorted in derision.

"Might've," He growled low in his throat. "Considering she was the closest thing I had to a sister." He moved then, taking out the merc closest to him with a quick slice to the jugular.

River whirled into motion, her blades gleaming bright in the shadows and then with an entirely different light as they became covered in blood. Bullets, knives, fists, she seemed to simply not be wherever they were. When he broke his last neck, she was standing over the head merc, sword at his throat. "Know who he is?"

"Riddick," The merc groaned the name, his hand on his belly, still trying to inch towards the gun on his hip.

"You've tried to recruit your last girl," Riddick growled down at him and put his boot over that twitching hand. "Now you'll just disappear. One less cockroach in the 'verse."

River smiled, "Could keep him alive a while if you like. Things we could use to make him feel the way Jack did. Helpless. Agony. A victim."

She did know how to get his attention. That sweaty smell of fear intensified and he grinned slowly. "The thought has merit. But I had something else in mind to…work off my mood."

"Still could," She flicked her gaze up to him. "Dead men tell no tales."

"Nah," He shook his head. "Waste of time tying him up that I could use to fuck your brains out."

"Would like the final blow?" She might as well have been asking how he took his tea for all the emotion in her voice.

"If you don't mind," He nodded and she stepped back cleaning her blades on some of the other dead mercs clothing while he stepped harder on that hand and the belly wound it covered. The merc cried in pain and Riddick smiled down at him. "Better than you deserve, to die quick, but I don't want to waste any more time on you."

The shiv he'd carried since Crematoria, small, too small for his hands really… It had been one of Jack's. Now he buried it in the merc's throat, slicing through the carotid and jugular. A choked gurgle, all the merc left behind as Riddick turned his back and looked at River.

"I hope you don't really love those pants, because they're not gonna last," He strode towards her, enjoying the sight of those dark eyes widening. In another step he was on her, pulling the blades off her back, setting them on another crate. The jacket tossed on top of them, hands shoved under her camisole to cover those gorgeous tits, rubbing his palms over the hard nipples and pushing her onto her stomach over the crate she stood near.

A curved shiv, claw shaped with the edge inside the curve, hook it onto the waist of her pants and slice down between the cheeks of that delectable ass until her pussy, shining with slick, was completely exposed. Another jerk of the fabric and the pants were in two separate pieces.

"Riddick," She gasped his name and he groaned at the scent of her. A hand between her thighs, stroking that hot little bud of flesh and she shuddered against him.

"I'm not gonna wait," He warned her as he opened the front of his pants. "I'm taking you…right…now…" He pushed into her tight slick yīn xué and groaned over the heat of her. "So tight…"

"Ohhhh…oooh…merciful Buddha…" That moan as he withdrew slightly and fixed his hand on her hip to hold her in place. "Riddick…"

"That's right," Riddick pressed forward and held her in place as his cock steadily filled her inch by inch. She mewled and squirmed and held onto the crate with both hands, trying to get away or wanting more, he didn't know as he gave her no quarter. "Take it…you want it don't you? Don't you my little queen?"

"Unghh…" She moaned as he pushed past her sweet spot and kept going, not even pausing until he was fully seated inside her.

"That's it," He bent down to scrape his teeth over the sensitive skin of her neck. "I'm balls deep in you little girl. What're you gonna do about it?" Nothing, he knew. Not only did he have her pinned to the crate with his weight and his dick; she was trembling, shivering with need that teased her nerve endings with the promise of ecstasy while he held it out of her reach.

"Riddick… unghh…Riddick please…" River squirmed against him, trying to pull away and he smirked, holding her in place while he ground deeper. She wanted him to move, wanted to feel his jī ba stretching her, rubbing against that sweet spot and his stillness stymied her.

"Don't you move," He growled into her ear. "Or I swear, I'll pull out and jerk off all over your pretty ass and you won't come at all tonight." She stilled immediately and he captured her earlobe in his lips, sucking and laving the sensitive skin with his tongue. "That's right my little queen… you gotta be patient tonight."

A slow roll of his hips, barely any movement of his prick in her, only enough to keep teasing while he reveled in the wet velvet grip of her slit, "You're so tight and slick River." He sucked on her throat, worried at the tender flesh with his mouth, scraped it with his teeth. "If I pushed a little more, bet you'd open for me, wouldn't you?" He squeezed her ass, rubbing and kneading the firm cheek. "You want me to pour my cum right into your womb? Hmm?"

"Yes…please…Riddick…come in me…so deep…" River moaned under him, her inner walls clenching around him hopefully.

"That's what I want to hear," Riddick crooned. "I love to hear you beg River. Beg for my cum in your belly."

"Please… please… Riddick…come in me," Her response came immediately. "I need it…fuck me hard and come in me, right into my womb, over and over…"

"Since you beg me so pretty," He stood over her and pushed one hand up to tug and squeeze her breasts rough the way she wanted and the other gripped her hip hard to keep her in place. "You'll take it." Pull out almost completely, and ram back in until he felt the end of her. Again, and again, harder, faster, harder… a hot wash of slick around him as she came with a scream and he wasn't done with her yet.

Wails of his name, cries of pleasure, begging for more, for his cum, as he fucked her ruthlessly through orgasm after orgasm. When she was limp and shivering, he growled in her ear. "You done River? Hmm…? Can't take any more of my cock?"

"God… Riddick…I…" She mewled as he rolled his hips to her ass.

"Because I haven't come yet," He set his teeth into her neck and nipped her sharply, the closest he could get to his true desires. "And I want to feel you come around me when I do."

"Oh…god…" River moaned but he could feel her body react, her yīn xué around him as he began to move again. Rough and fast, jerking her hips to his until he knew he couldn't push it off anymore. Ramming into her over and over until he groaned her name and with one final push felt the mouth of her womb open around the head of his cock.

A low guttural moan of his name as she came and Riddick roared her name, emptying his balls into her belly, the mouth of her womb milking him of his seed until he was completely spent.

She woke up in Riddick's bed. That seemed to happen a lot when he fucked her. The ship's subtle vibration informed her that they were back in the Black and likely headed out of the Lupus Systems. No reason to stay there after all.

The door opened and her lover came in, silent as a ghost, pulled the quilts off of her body and without preamble draped her thighs over his shoulders and began to lick and suck her yīn dì. "Ohh…oh god…Riddick…" She moaned as her sensitive flesh was pulled into his mouth and flicked with the tip of his tongue. "I'm… Merciful Buddha…Riddick!" More quickly than she would have believed she was coming under his mouth, waves of pleasure crashing down on her until she shook with it.

"Beautiful," He crooned down at her and pressed her thighs back, holding her by the hips and hooking her knees over his elbows to spread her wide. The wide blunt head of his diǎo pushed at her hungrily and she moaned as he slid inside, not stopping, even when she began to come again, until he was balls deep in her. "That's so good River…"

She couldn't move, could only lie back and take his cock like a battering ram inside her, pushing her into the abyss over and over while she screamed out her need and ecstasy. His roaring growl of triumph as he filled her, the feel of him, boiling into her womb… Now he filled her, over and over, hot and full and so good…

When she woke again Riddick was bathing her carefully, a frown of concern on that roughly handsome face. As her eyes fluttered open he met her gaze guardedly, "I hurt you?"

"Hmm… you never have," River shook her head. "Why would you think that?" She pushed herself up and climbed into his lap.

"Got pretty rough there towards the end," He admitted. "You were dripping with the both of us and I could've kept going easy. You were so tight and wet."

"The way it felt, the way you felt inside of me, you might have been able to fuck my pì gu and would have enjoyed it," She assured him.

"No, there's no way that'd be fun for you," He shook his head. "I like your gorgeous pì gu in one piece." One big hand squeezed the piece in question and she grinned up at him.

"If I can't anymore, if you ever get so rough you actually scare me or it starts to hurt, I promise that I'll tell you," River pressed a kiss to his mouth. "How long before we need to go back into cryo?"

"Got about twelve hours," Riddick smiled. "You telling me I haven't fucked you enough yet?"

"Thought you might want me to cook something but if your heart is set on sex," She smirked up at him and he laughed.

"Food, then sex," He bargained. "Let me finish getting you cleaned up first though. Don't want you uncomfortable. So be a good girl and let me take care of you."

River nodded and submitted to his ministrations, a soft cloth, damp and careful over her skin, cleaning her intimately. Tender little kisses to her skin before he slicked a lotion over his palms and rubbed it into her skin, easing any tenderness. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled on a pair of shorts before handing over her hairbrush, "I'd brush it out for you and rebraid it but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. So let me know when that's done and I'll grab you some clothes in the meantime."

She smiled and took the brush, grateful for his consideration.

Food and conversation, thoughts about charting a course, a possible job, and a quick lesson in changing the ship over to cryo mode. He'd taught her how to ghost the ship a long time back and with her husking skills they were invisible unless they wanted to be found. Thankfully the AI was developed enough that even in ghost mode it verified the course and adjusted avoid other ships.

"Figure to head back to White Sun…finish off what we started with the Parliament now that scrutiny has likely died down," Riddick suggested. "How many did we have left of the faction?"

"Five, with the presumption that they haven't been able to convince others to join," River brought her portable cortex to the table and began to access the information they needed. "It doesn't look as if they have, but we're so far out I can't be positive we're receiving updates."

"Yeah, that is one issue with the outer systems," He agreed. "Wait until we hit Alliance space and see where we stand?"

"Hmm…" She added more of the 'seafood' mixture to his plate. "Thought maybe to stop at Boros again, if we got cargo going there, see if there were any new ships come to the yards. Look for something suitable."

The qualities that made him so easy to live with also made it very difficult for her to read him when he wasn't in the grip of some strong emotion. She felt more than a little irritation from him and some resignation. And a little hope. But no specific thoughts.

"If you want, there's always something going to Boros," He nodded. "I'm not in any rush for you to leave."

"Don't want to abuse your hospitality," River did her best to phrase her concern in a light that reminded him she was importuning him. "Sailing around killing a Parliamentary faction doesn't exactly generate profits."

"But it's so much fun," Riddick grinned at her boyishly and she couldn't help giggling.

"So long as you're enjoying yourself," She smiled, shaking her head. "I know there isn't much in it for you besides that."

"I'm not losing money," He reminded her. "And since the Jùbiàn faction also has a hand in Strikeforce and the Operative program there, I'm getting a little bit of revenge for them trying to erase my memories."

"As I said, so long as you're enjoying yourself," River grinned.

"This's the most fun I've had in a long time," Riddick smiled. And then he half ruined it, "I don't want you to feel you've got to find a boat and take off just because you think you're cutting into my profit margin. But if it's something you're set on…If you can't find a boat you like on Boros we could always try the used boat yards on Beylix."

"I'll keep it in mind," She smiled at him. And mentally cursed that he'd even mentioned Beylix.

Of the five members of Parliament left in the Jùbiàn faction, one had died of natural causes while they'd been sailing towards Lupus Five. Apparently even a replacement heart could burst under the stress of associates being murdered. The four remaining began to meet untimely ends less than two weeks after The Cutter entered White Sun.

River sank into the galley chair with a sigh and rolled her neck to ease the stiffness. Moving in high society meant wearing her hair up in elaborate coils, donning high heels and worst of all, making small talk. "I have never been so bored in my entire life," She shook her head. Even calculating how to best kill their targets couldn't alleviate the tedium for long.

Riddick's big hands settled on her shoulders and began to knead the tight muscles there. "You've got steel ropes in here instead of tendons," He commented. "Go and put something comfortable on, get your hair down in a braid and I'll rub your back and neck."

"You'll do the same?" He was still wearing the shiny half boots and elegant suit from the 'soiree' they'd attended on Ariel.

"Damn right I will," He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You get the worse end of the deal with these things but that doesn't mean I enjoy three-piece suits."

"Didn't think you did," River chuckled and stood to do as he suggested.

Author's Note: Well Riddick has gotten his revenge on the mercs that hurt Jack. So that's something. And they're killing Parliament members which is always fun. They're almost done with that though. Wonder what they'll end up doing next?

Hope everyone is staying warm and safe and dry. Snow is finally melting down here and we've got power. But our hot water pipes froze so we don't have water. Lots of fun.

Chinese Translations:

Zàijiàn (goodbye / see you again later)

pì gu (butt)

Qīngjiǔ (saké (Japanese rice wine))

Gānbēi (to drink a toast / Cheers! (proposing a toast) / Here's to you! / Bottoms up! / lit. dry cup)

yīn xué (pussy/underground cave / vagina / female genitalia (in pornography))

jī ba (dick / penis)

yīn dì (clitoris)

diǎo (cock)

Gaelic Translations:

Sláinte (health)