Yes, and he wants to use the Demon Form

Morganth strode into the room with his usual calm arrogance. As befitted his rumoured status as a bastard or exiled noble, he was wearing well-tailored clothes of red velvet, and his features had a dark, brooding handsomeness. Princess Idressa kept her gaze carefully lowered, the same way the servants in her father’s court had done when approaching her.

“Welcome, my lord,” she said humbly. “I trust you had a pleasant voyage?”

“I teleported,” he snapped. “My ship is at sea and I am only in this city for a short while, on business. So I see no need to indulge in your pathetic conversation, and will cut straight to important matters, whore.”

His contempt was delicious to her. “Yes, my lord. What is your desire?”

“Strip, slut.”

She did so, pulling her dress over her head in a swift but smooth motion that nevertheless stretched the fabric enticingly across her flesh in the moments before it was revealed entirely. She stood there, meekly covering her breasts with one arm. Many men would have been driven wild with desire at the sight of her perfect nudity, but Morganth seemed to remain unmoved, staring at her coolly.

“I think I will assume a demon form to take you.”

Her breath quickened. He had used that spell twice before, to assume the form of various creatures of the infernal realms, beings of cruel and hungry lusts, capable of violating a woman more thoroughly than any man. She shivered again in anticipation.

He began to chant the spell, and whirling darkness surrounded him. When it cleared, the figure that stood there was… different. He was fully eight feet tall, his curled horns scraping the ceiling. He was naked, covered in chiselled muscle, handsome and formidable. And between his legs hung a tool that was vast even for his swollen size, a massive, red-veined, scaled instrument designed for the **** of innocents, to shatter maidenheads and turn decent women into broken, cum-hungry sluts. The Princess moaned at the thought.

Morganth – or the creature he had become – pushed her roughly down onto the bed. His taloned hands wrapped around her legs, pushing them apart and pressing her shins up against her shoulders. He thrust his massive cock into her without the slightest pretence of foreplay, but she was already soaked from anticipation, and her juices steamed in the heat from his demonic member. Without the slightest hint of modesty or restraint, she moaned and begged incoherently, pleading for more as he ravished her.

So lost was she in her lust, she almost didn’t notice as the door burst open.