(WARNING: this design, comments, and subject matter in this one are *definitely* for mature audiences 18 years of age or over ONLY!! If you are under 18, then PLEASE stay away from this one right now... you have been warned!!! )

(NOTE: this digital-painting artwork was originally created in its complete entirely using *only* a mouse and keystrokes. Absolutely no tablet whatsoever. YEP, I KID YOU NOT, ladies and gentlemen!!! !!! )

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<sub>Long ago and so immensely, immensely far away to well-more than 100,000 years back in time in Prehistoric Spain, there lived a fierce and savage noble warrior of such great and tremendous power named Khargioo of the mighty Hióticaé Tribe, whose own new wife named Zaaleñiri (who so happens to be the most gorgeously beautiful princess of the neighboring and ever-magnificent Xoñu Tribe, by the way) had just been severely stabbed fatally and thrown head-first into the softest, oily, gummy, and bottomless jet-black quicksands of such hugely-viscous melted pitch in the Goamliuu Tar Swamps — right in front of his own, OWN eyes!!

On top of that, the very murderers who had slain her were three of his so-called male friends who were so ravenously jealous of him in secret over his many countless victories over the years as well as his fervent and unconditional love for the princess, that they so blatantly betrayed him and knocked him just nearly unconcious on the exact night of the wedding between him and Zaaleñiri... by which he then suddenly woke up briefly near these very swamps a single day later, only to witness that barbaric murder graphically unfold, where he was so helpless to stop it in time due to the absolutely weak physical state that he was in when he suffered those beatings.

Khargioo was so undeniably and completely devastated by such a senseless, heartlessly horrific tragedy of such a princess that he most truly, seriously, and genuinely had loved more than even his own life... in quite fact, so extremely much so that he quickly became so utterly, UTTERLY angry like several enormous volcanoes going off in a massive grand eruption all at once, that he actually fought the three killers to the very death and made them pay so brutally in such coldest, coldest blood for that most heinously deplorable act that they did to her. It had been a tough, disastrous battle that only ended in such severe teeth-gnashing grief quite indeed, this one!

Since then, every single sunrise for the next two years, Khargioo had visited the edge of the sticky, ever-yielding bogs of active melted pitch in the now-secluded Goamliuu Tar Swamps alone in such total, committed, and entirely wholehearted remembrance of his great love Zaaleñiri. He was quite, quite fascinated by the way the thick black bubbles so lazily emerge and pop rather beautifully as he watched and watched the very gradual movements of the tar itself, its many bloops and blups a rather strangely unusual and hauntingly most beautiful musical chorus to his ears that felt so intimately spiritual to him as it reminds him clearly of the endlessly sacred connection he once had with her, that he belongs to her in his own heart and mind forever more. Moreso, he began to stare ever, ever deeply at the mire and the swamp surroundings for at least several minutes — and sometimes even hours straight at a time — while staying on the firmest and most solid ground possible to prevent him from sinking at all.

Yes, Khargioo was THAT flat-out damn determined with a heart of such unforgettable fire in honor of his own true, true love... suddenly as if time had *finally* stood still in order to give him the sure advantage...

Then one morning as he went yet again to visit these swamps to meditate in remembrance, a most strangely familiar feminine voice suddenly emerges forth towards him, slowly. Could it really be the sound of his long-lost wife Zaaleñiri!? Only one thing to find out, for certain!!

“Ohhhhhhhh Khargioo... Khargioo my great and ever-sacred beloved!!”, the voice beckoned quite sweetly as it moved a little closer, assuring him somewhat.

“Zaaleñiri? Is that really, really you!?”, Khargioo replied softly, yet in an anxiously more excited manner.

He just wanted to see her once again, to feel her very warmth...

As Khargioo suddenly heard loud, heavy, and seemingly disgusting slurping noises coming from beneath the bog right in front of him, he suddenly saw an emerging and HUGE human-sized bubble already resting on the surface of the slimy semiliquid pitch. About 30 seconds later, the bubble popped with the sound of a massive “PLUP!!” that echoed across this entire vast swamp, revealing such a white-hot alluring sight of a living, breathing adult female being made literally from that very same melted asphaltic quicksand itself, her most voluptuously sensual naked body just oozing and oozing from the depths as it slowly rose from the tar to greet him.

He just cannot believe his eyes of what he just saw... and yet perhaps, that could VERY WELL be the answer he was looking for!!

As the female tar-being started walking closer and closer to Khargioo face to face, she suddenly kneeled to him and said, “Yes, I am really that Zaaleñiri.... so pure and truest to my heart.”

She slowly lifted his hand to her mouth as she stood again, where she began to kiss it so deeply for just eleven seconds. Khargioo smiled, excited like mad-hot crazy to see her alive once again, as if by some amazingly incredible miracle indeed!!!

Khargioo and the newly-resurrected Zaaleñiri were finally reunited so happily, where he began to cry in such great rapture as he said, “Zaaleñiri, I thought for sure you were dead... I have MISSED you so, so rather badly!!!”

“Khargioo, my own long-lost husband... I have been saving this special, special moment just for you... and for only you alone!!!”, Zaaleñiri purred, missing him like mad as well.

“How... HOW the living hell did you survive that!?”, exclaimed Khargioo as he looked at her new body of melted pitch. “You were murdered and I was so helpless to save you in time on the fact that I was knocked unconscious on the night that you and I got married. I had failed you!!!”

He cried even more as he bowed his head to the ground deeply as if to blame himself for not preventing that tragedy from even happening in the first place... but in a more serious, serious sadness this time.

“Khargioo, arise!!”, Zaaleñiri whispered to his ear in a gentle tone, calming his worries. Then, refreshing his memory, she continued, “You have not failed me at all, ever; it was those three very people who had slain me fatally and threw me into this place where they left me to sink... and where they were once your friends, they had wilfully betrayed you so heartlessly through their own jealously over the blossoming and well-deserving love that we both have for each other since we first, first met. It is entirely not your fault.”

He thought to himself about what she said just now, to which after just less than a couple of minutes, he said to himself, “She is ABSOLUTELY right; the whole tragedy was not even my fault after all, so there is just nothing for me to even feel guilty about on that past situation at all!!”

As Khargioo continued to look at Zaaleñiri, she said to him, “Since then, the warming tar had preserved me so splendidly and reincarnated me successfully as the actual living being of this melted, viscous pitch that you see before you today... and I deeply love you ever so passionately...... my sacred, SACRED eternal husband.”

Then, Khargioo declared to his wife in such a most beautiful and sensuously magnificent tone, “After the two unbearably painful years that I suffered, I have waited long, long enough. I want to be with you forever, my eternal love... and no one will ever dare to take that away from the both of us again, for all time!!!”

“Then come join me in the tar, you and I”, Zaaleñiri quite sultrily grinned, her sexual tension an emerging blaze of such wildest, neverending passion towards him, as if it were an insatiable ball-and-chain look right through her own eyes so alluringly!! “I want us to be together, with you TRULY becoming an ever-living being of viscous pitch with me, my deepest beloved.”

“My very, very body is yours... all of it...... TAKE ME!!!”, Khargioo so kindly, kindly smiled back with such great and burning-bright amorousness towards her.

And with that, Zaaleñiri gently reached her sticky hands into Khargioo’s back, where she slowly untied his loincloth as the one and only piece of clothing that he had on, and threw it deep into the tall and choking marsh grass where it will never be seen again. Naked, Khargioo felt those hands of hers which instantly became quite so pleasurably warm to him indeed, just enhancing his desire to want her more and more. He just cannot even wait to be one with her, to experience the ever-richest joy and happiness that they both could have easily had with each other since the very night of their wedding two years ago!

Now, he was more than ready to enter this oily semiliquid blackness... and with his wife joining him, he will never, EVER be alone again.


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As the resurrected adult female tar-being Zaaleñiri lured her own husband Khargioo into the central and most active part of the Goamliuu Tar Swamps with her, he literally felt the ground growing softer and softer. To that end, he ended up feeling the smooth, melted jet-black goop sucking at the bottoms of his bare feet like the very consistency of freshly-cooked taffy and molasses. It was warm... so pleasantly warm indeed. He savored the feel of the softening tar, which is part of why he clearly wanted to be with her as his only, only wife that he had married for love.

It was quite an exhaustingly tiring long walk (and then some) trying to get through.

When the two suddenly reached the most active center of these sticky black swamps, they were instantly plunged into the deepening liquefied melted pitch up to their bare buttocks, in which it is *actually* composed of 26% naturally-occuring bitumen (which bubbled to the surface from within the earth’s crust) combined with 37% collodial clay and 37% salt water. Blended together over many thousands of years ago, these three elements form a thick and extremely heavy tar in its full liquid state... a perfect quicksand of jet-black viscous oil and clayey wet earth indeed!!

Since the beautiful princess Zaaleñiri is indeed the great living being of melted pitch since the tar had preserved her in the first place, she can easily swim quite a bit in this thick and quivering mixture... albeit slowly. Thus, she clamped her legs gradually and tightly against Khargioo’s waist while he tightly embraces the back of her slender, sticky body with his hands, where she began to copulate him rather passionately and quite sexually in this shiny, beautiful, and slowly quaking oily bog in Prehistoric Spain. And on top of that, it became more increasingly warmer every second, until it reached the point where it felt so hot in temperature... but oddly enough, with a temperature of no more than just 105 degrees Fahrenheit, it became so, so soothingly hot against his bare skin without even burning it whatsoever.

That bottomless and sticky melted-pitch quicksand that she is making love to him in felt so MAGNIFICENTLY damn, damn good on their nude bodies... even more so that it utterly and deliberately enhanced their lovemaking so *very* indescribably with one another as they sank deeper and deeper together in the active tar quite happily as an unforgettably sacred symbol of their powerful and most fetchingly erotic sexual passion with each other indeed, as husband and wife.

All the while, Khargioo felt himself being filled and filled and filled by his eternal love Zaaleñiri to the very brim in the most pleasurably hot slime... until suddenly, they both finally exploded simultaneously in such mad, fiery sexual heaven with each other. It felt so, SO undeniably wonderful to them both!!!

In the afterglow of their lovemaking in the most softest and deepest ever-warming heart of the active Goamliuu Tar Swamps, they both closed their eyes deeply and slept with each other so sensuously and much rather amorously. Khargioo is up to his chin, while Zaaleñiri was up to her shoulders.

When he woke up just 46 minutes later, he felt his naked body being permanently tranformed into a male adult being of the melted pitch with Zaaleñiri — his madly-passionate wife who is forever monogamous so enormously deeply to him — as a result of their smolderingly beautiful intercourse with one another indeed... and together, they both lived ever, ever after quite happily deep in these natural prehistoric swamps of tar as their new home, spreading forth such outstanding brand-new wonders, life, and pure balance all around the earth for the rest of their everlasting days.

Thus said, the most fascinating new legend of the two immortal lovers shall be written and passed along in history throughout all of Spain as “Erótico Amantes de La Brea”... or, the Erotic Lovers of the Tar.</sub>


          

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And yes, this VERY first artwork piece of mine for the all-new year of 2011 is indeed called “Erótico Amantes de La Brea”, and it is a brand-new digital painting work which is designed to be a true-hearted spiritual sequel to my great 2008 classic art piece of “Brea Woman Awakening”:

...and also, I have been taking a 3-week break from looking at all of the new Daily Deviation (DD) features on dA just to get this new digital piece made and ready for upload to this art community.

About this all-new piece of “Erótico Amantes de La Brea”, it is an all-new original prehistoric-fantasy artwork set in Prehistoric Spain that tells the legend of the two newly-married adult lovers named Khargioo of the Hióticaé Tribe and Zaaleñiri of the Xoñu Tribe, and its implications may be VERY brutal on the surface, but end up getting more intimately and most poignantly quite erotic between the couple in a most fascinating and challenging new way, based on my own original story pertaining to this very work indeed. And, this is just one of those pieces where the oily black quicksands of melted, viscous pitch in the Goamliuu Tar Swamps play a crucial key role in the latter part of this story behind this new picture, adding some purest and ever-sacred beauty to what could normally have been a repulsive jet-black substance.

My truest, TRUEST intention and vision on purpose behind the whole making of this digital painting fantasy design is that such fiery, willing, fervent, unshakable, and total unconditional love and smolderingly magnificent eroticism between a husband and his own wife towards each other, can be so absolutely and most undeniably powerful that it just conquers and wipes away even death and suffering from their lives... and even overcomes the most bottomless of tar pits, too, as you will see in this picture indeed. !!!

There are some amazing, amazing details that make this piece as unbelievably damn beautiful and freshly original as ever, I gotta promise you, like the colors, the shininess and oily rainbow streaks of the tar, the face-paint of Khargioo, and the way his tongue glides and slides into the outer edges of Zaaleñiri’s belly-button in such intimate, consensual sexual passion with her in their everlasting marriage.  Think of it as just R-rated stuff, but more in line for mature adult audiences aged 18-and-over, in this regard, when viewing this one.

As for my own original character-design model of Zaaleñiri (the recently-resurrected being of the melted pitch itself), believe it or not, it was *not* even created in 3d at all. No. It was custom-created and painted entirely in 2d by me alone, using only a mouse and keystrokes alone. Come to think of it, this whole artwork took me 64 total layers and a little more than a month on-and-off to create — from start to finish — with ABSOLUTELY NO DRAWING TABLET whatsoever, using only Jasc Paint Shop Pro 7 with just a mouse and keystrokes alone indeed.

After all of the countless, overly, and blatantly imitated “terrified-woman-sinking-in-quicksand-and-getting-sucked-down” artwork clichés that I am just so completely damn tired of these days when it comes to many quicksand-related artworks on dA alone, I believe that in 2011, WE NEED SOMETHING A WHOLE LOT MORE FRESH AND ORIGINAL in our own art creations than ever, ever before. And “Erótico Amantes de La Brea” is the way to begin this new trend of outstanding new artwork originality from me in the concept, design, and overall execution, I can surely promise you now!!! !!!

I fully and entirely present this newly magnificent-quality work of mine wholeheartedly as a VERY special artwork gift to:

^wdwparksgal

...for being such a PHENOMENAL Gallery Moderator (or GM) of dA Community Projects indeed, for which she is doing quite an incredible job at featuring all of the many DDs on a day-to-day basis since she first became our newest GM last year (2010); and also to these truly fantastic people as well:

*GENZOMAN
~Reinadelascebollas

...for inspiring me with such outstanding creativity and their extraordinarily amazing support as well from over my 4+ years on deviantART, and especially to:

=ninaste
`Derzorvadur

...for the most spectacular job that they are doing in piecing together the artwork features, dA news/contests, and more in EVERY single issue of their superbly damn impressive original online publication for deviantART called dArtzine (their group’s official page on dA is right here for you: [link]), and finally to:

`JunkbyJen
*dianar87
=alltheoriginalnames
*RainfeatherPearl
`Sophquest
`archanN
`imaginedmoments

...for being such amazingly and MOST WONDERFULLY awesome people who gave me the sheer power to never be afraid to push the boundaries to create something even more captivating and absolutely more beautiful than ever, all while staying within the rules of dA, too!!! !!

And, if you are indeed 18 years of age or over, then please be sure to especially, ESPECIALLY enjoy my very first art piece of the new year of 2011 entitled “Erótico Amantes de La Brea”, which uses the melted pitch to create such fresh and utterly inspiring new captivations to symbolize the ever-richest, beautiful desire of pure sexual love and passion consensually between husband and wife... that alone should definitely blow away all of the oft-repeated TV/movie quicksand-scene clichés to kingdom come and then some, I must rather say!! I must, MUST thank you all so much quite handsomely for sticking with me truly on my artworks abode and especially on #digitalBRILLIANCE indeed, and such I wish quite the utter best and most magnificent artwork creativity this whole entire year to all of you ever-damn-fantastic art community on deviantART!!!! !!!







UPDATE (February 9, 2011 at 5:40pm EST):
I have just cleaned up, touched up, and overall updated some of the small yet more importantly significant changes to “Erótico Amantes de La Brea” — especially in making such gooiest and yielding quicksand-like melted pitch of the vast Goamliuu Tar Swamps look even more convincing and much more beautiful to look at, too, to further enhance the lovemaking of this married couple of the prehistoric times indeed!!! !!


UPDATE #2 (September 30, 2011 at 4:49am EST):
I have just added a convincing reflection to the softest quicksands of melted, gluey pitch here in order for the tar to really have a reflective, shimmering surface coming off the background, making it more convincingly liquid, deep, viscous, and quite more stunning to look at indeed. And also, do look a lot closer at the face of the living, voluptuous female tar-being of Zaaleñiri again now, because since the slimy black oily goo of the Goamliuu Tar Swamps is so thick and extremely cloying in its pure liquefied state that it *literally* covered her nostrils when she first got well-preserved and successfully reincarnated from these warming, strangely-soothing tar bogs themselves, and so I updated her a bit just to reflect this significant change. With all these well-needed important new fixes, “Erótico Amantes de La Brea” is now EVEN BETTER for you to gaze upon and enjoy than ever before, I gotta promise you, in addition to the already-created concept, story, and overall execution to this entire 2011 digital painting original to begin with... please do not miss it!!! !!



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Please DO NOT copy, alter, or otherwise steal this piece or *any* of my artworks at all, for that matter. This original artwork is the exclusive property and copyright of Adigun Azikiwe Polack and him alone. All rights pertaining to this work are STRICTLY reserved worldwide. Got that!?
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