He's relieved, and thus able to focus solely on his pleasure. Being bred has made him more sex-driven, wanting to repeat the process over and over again to produce the same outcome. Of course, even he knows he can't do that right now, so this is the next best thing. It's like scratching an itch. Ilima moans louder, rocking back more forcefully, precum dripping from his cock.

"Faster, please," he begs softly, hips bucking quickly. He grows even wetter inside, his walls soft.